And on the eighth day...

...he rested.

Today is the first day in a week where I didn't have to wake up and be at one place of employment or another. Today is the first in a week where I don't have to wear boots or navy uniform pants or any shade of blue, for that matter. After spending some 60 odd hours at the firehouse and another 40 and change at the AA, I'm off.

< Insert sigh here >

As much as you I would think that I'd enjoy such a day, I'm actually sitting here quite antsy. There are a ton of things you don't accomplish when you're spending entire days either working or sleeping. And now that I have free time, I'm unable to enjoy it because thoughts of neglected chores keep circling my brain.